| Gangsters don’t die, we just turn to legends
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| All we go through is hell, what the fuck is a heaven
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| We live fast and stall death long as possible
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| Get our cash in, put threats in the hospital
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| Young P, When I was 13 I had dreams
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| To do what LL did and Run DMC
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| Dirty little fuck, learnin how to aim my P
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| Older niggas in the hood used to try to dub me
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| Til pops gave me a knife, told me handle my things
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| And if not, when I came back, he would handle me
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| I put my first little bit of fair niggas, I was gassed
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| Started hangin with the others that was on the same shit
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| Had my first taste of gunfire early in my years
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| Gang fights, we was jumpin niggas we was just kids
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| Takin coats off of victims, watches off of peoples wrists
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| Shootin in the air, party, turnin aimin for ya head
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| And that’s young bloods and lue, youngs guns from back then
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| Grew up to be raps most infamous click
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| Most thugs we grew up wit, proud that we did it
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| And naturally, we got others that wanna see us hit
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| Capital P, when I was 13 I had dreams
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| Now I’m all grown up and livin out my dreams
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| And my pops ain’t here now that nigga deceased
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| And that bein said, how you gonna son me
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| Niggas body J&J right there in Queens
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| Goes to show, there’s no respect for the O.G.'s
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| Niggas talkin real tough like I’m N-E-X-T
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| Like I give a fuck about shootin up ya peeps
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| Bout gettin hit, bout to show you niggas how to bleed
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| Got guns in different states, you can’t catch me sleep
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| Put bullets in ya heart, bullets all up in the meat
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| That’s right behind the forehead bone you pled Z’s
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| When it’s on and poppin, you be beggin I stop it
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| You be beggin for your life, 'fore that head shot stop it
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| Rappers lovin my spit, fans lovin my shit
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| And then you got those, that wanna see me hit |